Bonding Party!

[icemasta]

It’s not exactly a celebrity wedding, but considering a lack of budget Snowcat and Demolishor have done pretty well for themselves. The words “BONDING PARTY HERE” have been spray-painted on the door in purple, along with a big Decepticon symbol on both the door and the wall. For tonight, the assembly room is Decepticon territory

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[primus_seeress]

*she looks somewhat relieved, releasing his arm, mulling thoughtfully over his questions. She nods* He is dead... but he's unlike the ghosts I've encountered before. He is solidly substantial... I saw no ghostly qualities about him. His optics were white, which I found unusual, but perhaps that is normal for him..?

You can't kill a free-spark, and you don't want to contemplate whatever magicks may exist in the multiverse that could destroy one, or the people that know how to wield them. That would be more dangerous than he is.

Besides, in his case... I've never dealt with a dead mech that is still corporeal, and I have no idea if he can be sent back to the Allspark by destroying that corporeal form... it might work, but it may also simply release him into insubstantial form, and most free-sparks can still manipulate things in the physical world, with concentration. I wish I had more information for you, but this is not something I'm well-versed with.

[stupidityinblue]

Duskwing notices the priestess talking with the guy that ran that bar in the Nexus. What was his name? Primer? Proxy? Piranha? Pyro! Yeah, that was it.

He turns and strolls over to her. "Hey, watcha doing here? Didn't think you liked parties."

[primus_seeress]

*While she is vaguely aware of the general emotions happening around her (and catches sight of two Starscreams --ah, hello Nexus strangeness-- leaving in a considerable haze of rather painful emotion. She can very well guess what that's about, and she offers up a quick prayer for them), she remains concentrated on Pyro. Now, Auspex divides her attention, turning to offer Duskwing a smile*

They have their place. Celebrating a bonding is a worthwhile event... though I wouldn't recommend the "drunken stupor" part. *her optics reflect rueful amusement*

*she glances up somewhat nervously* Although... Demolishor made it clear that I should not come, but I wanted to deliver a gift for them. *she taps the box she carries* I'm a little afraid of moving through the room. I only hope that no one makes an issue of it.

[stupidityinblue]

Duskwing stares blankly at Auspex for several moments. "Hey. I could just park it on the swag table over there for you."

[primus_seeress]

*She regards him patiently as he thinks, then hesitates* I would spare you the bother of the telekenesis, if it's too much trouble. But if you'd like... *she shifts the box into both hands, looking up at him questioningly*

[stupidityinblue]

Duskwing gestures with the drum of high grade he's holding in one hand.

"Not a problem--'cept I'll have my hands full. As long as I don't have to punch someone i the face, is good." He reaches over to take the package with his free hand.

[primus_seeress]

*she blinks at him, with a bemused quirk of her brow* Everyone's been well-behaved so far, I hope that won't be a problem... *she chuckles softly, handing over the box*

Thank you, Duskwing. I appreciate it, very much.

(It is a small, transparent box, clearly displaying the gift. Inside is a small cup, made of a polished silvery metal, with just a touch of iridescence to its sheen. There are carvings on the rim and the foot of the cup, a semi-ornate pattern, crested with a very small Decepticon insignia at the top.

Included is a note: "I'm unsure of your own universe, but in mine, a bond is often celebrated by pouring energon into a cup such as this, and each bondmate taking a drink from it, to symbolize their solidarity, and their wish to remain together. Even if you do not use it, I hope you will accept this gift, despite the sender. I wish you happiness." It is signed by Auspex.)

[stupidityinblue]

Duskwing bows slightly, looking rather solemn as he realizes the nature of the gift. He turns and walks straight to the gift table, dodging around the occasional party-goer with a grace of long practice. An observer might get the impression that Duskwing is very used to weaving through crowds of drunken revelers.

He carefully sets Auspex's gift box down in the middle of the table where it is clearly visible and steps back quickly.

[primus_seeress]

*Auspex nods to him, a little surprised at the formality, but appreciative.*

*Now that the gift has been delivered, she backs a little more toward the wall, and the entrance, still nervous about being here.*